<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807</id><updated>2011-05-08T18:09:07.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>purpleholic</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-113489658979307488</id><published>2005-12-18T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:45.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bored bored BORED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;woohoos. so hyper. no idea why though. just very VERY happy. but bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to eat some chocs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-113489658979307488?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/113489658979307488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=113489658979307488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113489658979307488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113489658979307488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/12/bored-bored-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-113479007596920451</id><published>2005-12-17T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:45.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woohoo. my mom rocks the hell outta this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday she came back from cambodia and brought me straight to rebond our hair. that's so bloody cool. i love my mom. =O she also brought chocs for me and a vietnamese doll that looks adorable. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i LOVE my mom. Okay fine. i always love her, but that's not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i'm beginning to think my life rocks ! except for the undone homework part. im so happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom. woohoo !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-113479007596920451?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/113479007596920451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=113479007596920451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113479007596920451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113479007596920451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/12/woohoo.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-113471180937519749</id><published>2005-12-16T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:45.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm going kuku, like how amanda described. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;KUKU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still can't belive it. we're &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;FACILITATORS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ! woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom's coming back from cambodia/vietnam today. and she'll bring back chocs. woo&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;HOO&lt;/span&gt; ! i love my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;pr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ifu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;l li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-113471180937519749?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/113471180937519749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=113471180937519749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113471180937519749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113471180937519749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-going-kuku-like-how-amanda.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-113465448907768538</id><published>2005-12-15T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:44.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TEEHEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't stop laughing and neither can ting. =) We're just so happy over this little short piece of news. AHAHAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;strong&gt; WE'RE SEC ONE CAMP FACILITATORS ! &lt;/strong&gt;wooooohoooooooo ! at first me and jiwei weren't even in the planning com. &lt;strong&gt;who the hell would know we're facilitators ? &lt;/strong&gt;wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, there's this me being short problem. but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wooooooooohoooooo ! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a deja vu feeling thought. =) nevermind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOHOOO !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-113465448907768538?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/113465448907768538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=113465448907768538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113465448907768538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113465448907768538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/12/teehee-i-cant-stop-laughing-and.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-113463393497204846</id><published>2005-12-15T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:44.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. plain wonderful. i now understand why my life is made from building blocks of shit. &lt;strong&gt;ARGH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;NE camp was canceled. NO consent form. NOT a stay overnight camp. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It'll be a bloody day camp&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;PLAIN STUPID. bloody organisers. I AM PISSED NOW. bloody crap. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;weiting &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;kay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;has food poisoning. Jiwei told me she can't come out of the bloody toilet. Poor her. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;So me and jiwei went to compass point to get the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;presents for the guys. ( no, i won't tell you were i got them ) And then we got my parents their christmas gifts. it's some kind of a lover's keychain. really sweet. =) did i mention my bro was there ? Lols. he was.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then *drumrolls* i got my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;purple pencilcase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. teehee.  my mom got me a new bag and i got myself a purple pencilcase. i'm ready for school ! woohoo. haven't done my hw at all though. but who finishes their holiday hw ? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOLS. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;wheehee.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-113463393497204846?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/113463393497204846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=113463393497204846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113463393497204846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113463393497204846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/12/oh-great.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-113454366150152216</id><published>2005-12-14T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:44.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hellos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored. oh, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; called yesterday, to let us know that there'll be an&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;NE camp&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;afterall. &lt;/em&gt;fine. but i'm not &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;enthu &lt;/span&gt;about it. i don't think this camp was well planned enough. whatever though. i'll just attend and entertain myself. which speaking of that, i must must &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;must&lt;/u&gt; bring my pokercards. so i won't &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;freak &lt;/span&gt;or get bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if anyone else is going. i've already prepared to get&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; ice coffee&lt;/span&gt; the nxt morning. also that day my mom comes back from cambodia/vietnam, goodie. chocolates, here i come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, i'll &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;cry&lt;/span&gt; soon. i haven't done any of my holiday homework yet. ARGH. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bloody&lt;/span&gt; hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calm down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-113454366150152216?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/113454366150152216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=113454366150152216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113454366150152216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113454366150152216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/12/hellos_14.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-113444589075862359</id><published>2005-12-13T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:44.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jiwei and &lt;strike&gt;ting&lt;/strike&gt; ( sorry ) &lt;u&gt;KAY&lt;/u&gt; are coming over later. tee hee. to watch a few movies she brought with her. i spent quite awhile packing up my house and room yesterday, (although it's still messy) but they better appreciate it. mwahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;holidays are boring.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like what my &lt;strike&gt;dear&lt;/strike&gt; cousin, germaine ( or &lt;strong&gt;xuan &lt;/strong&gt;) advised. i haven't touched much of my homework. Then SURPRISINGLY, she told me that even if i don't do, i must have something to hand up to the teacher. Oh WOW. &lt;strong&gt;now &lt;/strong&gt;she tells me. that's GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bloody fried. GAHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-113444589075862359?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/113444589075862359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=113444589075862359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113444589075862359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113444589075862359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/12/jiwei-and-ting-sorry-kay-are-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-113435301403760983</id><published>2005-12-12T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:44.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apparently my mom didn't get me anything from Hongkong. But she promised to get me chocolates from Vietnam and Cambodia and that it'll say, " made-in-vietnam/cambodia ". mwahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday my mom went to the office to hand in some important documents and me and my brother shopped at Takashimaya and Wisma for a while.  My mom works at orchard in Taka, tower B. anyways, she came down and joined us shopping and she got my brother an Adidas bag and me an OP bag. woots. it's supposed to be for Christmas. ARGH. now i'll have no christmas present. or maybe she'll be nice and give me two. hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO ! i'm so hyper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-113435301403760983?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/113435301403760983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=113435301403760983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113435301403760983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113435301403760983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/12/apparently-my-mom-didnt-get-me.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-113418914977237297</id><published>2005-12-10T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:44.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my mom's coming back from Hongkong tonight. Let's just hope she gets something for me. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another survey. guess i'm really bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o1. Do you prefer to sleep or talk to a friend when it's boring in class ? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the teachers are always looking at me. So i'd rather sleep than talk to a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o2. Do you wave hi with a smile or a serious face ? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello ? This is ms congieniality here. Of course i'll smile and wave hi. DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o3. One thing you like about your house. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o4. If you were left 5 mths to live, what would you do ? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go on a trip around the world with my family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o5. what is your favourite brand of shoe ? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently , i find Nike a great brand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o6. The last time you cried because of someone ? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm. Not a very long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o7. Chocolate ice cream or chocolate bar ? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o8. Rudest thing you've done to a teacher ? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can oh-so-nice-me have done to irritate a teacher ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o9. what's the good thing about schooling ? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there such a word, schooling ? Lols. i go to school for my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1o. The 1st thought when going Tampines mall ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah ? Again. Don't want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. The last song downloaded. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confessions of a teenage drama Queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. which part of your body is aching or itching now ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Worms or Cockroaches ? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid question. Next one please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Punk rock or slow rock. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;punk rock. duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Yawn with your eyes open or close ? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello ? Are you that dim-witted ? You can never yawn without closing your eyes. And i thought that was a fact everyone knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. If you have a choice would you prefer to be friends or stead with someone you like now. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;considering that i don't like anyone, i'll prefer to be friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. What do you think of this person who sent this ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice person to get rid of my boredom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-113418914977237297?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/113418914977237297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=113418914977237297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113418914977237297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113418914977237297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-moms-coming-back-from-hongkong.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-113413173791375351</id><published>2005-12-09T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:44.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so i watched Chicken Little. If it's a good movie, i'd remember the plot clearly in my mind. Sadly only just pieces of it. It's not as cute as it seems. I didn't like the guy who voiced Chicken Little. He sound too mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we finally got Ting something. Let's just hope she likes it. Two down, 9 more to go. Looks like i'll be broke soon. And that sucks badly. &lt;strong&gt;URGH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so booooored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 favourites &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite colour : Purple. duh. =)&lt;br /&gt;Favourite food : MEJI dark chocs. mwahha.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Band : Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;Favourite song : Behind these Hazel Eyes&lt;br /&gt;Favourite movie : Ice Age. x))&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Sport : Urm. Ehs. Swimming.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Season : Winter.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Day Of the week : Friday. =D&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Ice Cream Flavour : Coffee.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Time Of the Day : 5 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9 currents &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current mood : moody.&lt;br /&gt;current taste : bland.&lt;br /&gt;current clothes : Tee and shorts&lt;br /&gt;current toenail colour : purple.&lt;br /&gt;current time : 8.09 pm&lt;br /&gt;current surroundings : erm. HAH ?&lt;br /&gt;current thoughts : ICE CREAM.&lt;br /&gt;current hairstyle : long ?&lt;br /&gt;current weather : hmm. it's eight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 firsts &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first best friend : can't rmbr.&lt;br /&gt;first kiss : haven't x))&lt;br /&gt;first pet : Goldfish&lt;br /&gt;first crush : can't rmbr&lt;br /&gt;first music : Twinkle twinkle little star.&lt;br /&gt;first car : toycar ?&lt;br /&gt;first job : i've never worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 lasts &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last cigarette : i won't touch that thing.&lt;br /&gt;last drink : soup.&lt;br /&gt;last bike ride : xD i can't ride.&lt;br /&gt;last kiss : uh-huh.&lt;br /&gt;last cell phone call : mom&lt;br /&gt;last CD : can't rmbr&lt;br /&gt;last girlfriend/boyfriend : ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 have you ever &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dated your best friend : nah&lt;br /&gt;broken the law : nah&lt;br /&gt;gone sky diving : nah&lt;br /&gt;gone skinny dipping : eww. nope.&lt;br /&gt;been kissed on TV : by whom ?&lt;br /&gt;kissed someone you don't know : nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 thing you're wearing : bedroom slippers&lt;br /&gt;1 thing you've done today : watched VCDs&lt;br /&gt;1 thing you can hear right now : airplane&lt;br /&gt;1 thing you can't live without : friends&lt;br /&gt;1 thing you do in your spare time : use the comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 places you've been today &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. SPC opposite to get food&lt;br /&gt;2. the toilet&lt;br /&gt;3. the living room&lt;br /&gt;4. my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 people that you love &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. my family&lt;br /&gt;2. the girls - ting &amp; wei&lt;br /&gt;3. my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 choices &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black or white - black&lt;br /&gt;hot or cold - cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 crush &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edison Chen. AHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 totally random and weird facts about me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I snore sometimes. When i'm really really REALLY tired. Or at least that's what my mom tells me. mwahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm in love with Edison Chen. Really and truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I prefer Teenage magazine that any other mags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I used to like HERSHEY's chocs but now i hate it. And i love Meji dark chocs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I love Baby Tazmanian Devil. He's definetely so cute. mwahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// &lt;strong&gt;now list 5 people you want to do this thing : &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- JIWEI ( mwahah ) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- I-MING &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- WEITING &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- JERLENE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- DEBORAH &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// tag these people at their blogs and ask them to do this survey !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i got saboed by my &lt;strong&gt;dear &lt;/strong&gt;friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long post mwahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-113413173791375351?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/113413173791375351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=113413173791375351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113413173791375351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113413173791375351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/12/and-so-i-watched-chicken-little.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-113401268238483062</id><published>2005-12-08T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:44.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nice layout , right ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it from scratch. Took me awhile to figure out how the hell it works, but it's fun. mwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i'll be watching Chicken Little with Jiwei and my brother later. Mai-A-Hi =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mom will be on a business trip. She'll go Hongkong today, come back on Saturday, and then go Cambodia and Bangkok again on Monday to Friday.  Haix. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know loads of people will try to get me Christmas presents. xD Don't, if you want to buy something impractical and stupid. Anything that is Edible or Something that can be used is fine with me. Something like Chocolates or a bag would be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering when Xiao Yuan superstar will start. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-113401268238483062?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/113401268238483062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=113401268238483062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113401268238483062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113401268238483062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/12/nice-layout-right-i-made-it-from.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-113393489588143769</id><published>2005-12-07T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:44.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hellos. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just came back from my aunt's house. Staying overnight there was fun, but .. somehow, i couldn't sleep well. So i'm kinda moody. I'd rather sleep, or don't sleep. i can't sleep so little or i'll get really snappy. but anyways, i have successfully watched 15 VCDS of Qian Jing Bai Fen Bai ( 100% senorita ) 15 down, 15 more to go !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just ate really chocolatey, chocolate ice cream. And i'm not all that moody right now. mwahha. =) cheerios. &lt;strong&gt;chocolate&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, Christmas is coming up, and i suppose loads of people are getting Christmas gifts. I'm lost for what to give. Seriously. My brother, parents, Ting, Wei, Val. Nicholas, Jing kai, Justin, Clarence and Warren. Hmm. I'll go broke soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas. i'm really anticipating it. i've been waiting for it every since last year's christmas ended.  i miss the presents, the christmas tree, the presents, the turkeys, the presents, the log cake, the presents, the fun and laughter, the presents and the christmas spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off to make more blogskin. =) i'm in a great mood right now !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-113393489588143769?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/113393489588143769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=113393489588143769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113393489588143769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113393489588143769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/12/hellos.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-113367691512571667</id><published>2005-12-04T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:44.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woah. i just watched qian jing bai fen bai. my kah ceng lent me some VCDS, including&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Cinderella Story &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Hilary Duff &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;em&gt;lindsay lohan. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;so if you're Ting or Wei reading this, do you guys want to come over to my house to watch them ? Or do you guys want to watch Chicken Little ? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm bored. off to catch another episode of qian jing bai fen bai lerhs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-113367691512571667?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/113367691512571667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=113367691512571667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113367691512571667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113367691512571667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/12/woah.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-113350740875359848</id><published>2005-12-02T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:43.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so bloody sick of you people. Can't you just leave me &lt;strong&gt;alone ?&lt;/strong&gt; Can't you just let me go ? I'm so sick and tired and hurt. It's too much. I can't breathe and you're hurting me time and time again. I'm so afraid. And i fear you so much. I fear myself. I fear the day i realise i'm too hurt to carry on. And that day i realise i'm too lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get out of my life, you filthy hypocrites. You're spoiling my world. You aren't who you used to be. You're so fake. So unreal. I'm hidden under those thicks masks that conceal who i am. &lt;strong&gt;who am i ? &lt;/strong&gt;i don't know.  but i'm so lost. I want out. This game has gone too far. And hurt me too much. I don't want to be me if being me is so hard, so harsh. &lt;strong&gt;so bloody painful.&lt;/strong&gt; I hate myself. Is that what you wanted me to feel ? &lt;strong&gt;hatred ? &lt;/strong&gt;it's running thick through my veins. i'm too lost to get out of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who i am anymore. I realise, i don't know anything. And now. Nothing matters anymore. Because i've lost the one thing that i truly treasure.&lt;strong&gt; myself. &lt;/strong&gt;i've lost myself. too deep. too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to walk alone. i want to go somewhere where no one can find me. i want to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i want to walk in the rain. so no one can see i'm crying. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this post is directed at no one. truly. or maybe it's directed at the people living in this world. i don't know. but i do care. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-113350740875359848?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/113350740875359848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=113350740875359848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113350740875359848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113350740875359848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-so-bloody-sick-of-you-people.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-113343227994510867</id><published>2005-12-01T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:43.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to dedicate this post to Jiwei. She helped me take away half my day's boredom with Nick.com 's games. Today is so boring i thought i'd die from the immense boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decorated my christmas tree today. &lt;strong&gt;wohoooooo ! &lt;/strong&gt;24 days to Christmas ! GAHH, and then school. &lt;strong&gt;blah. &lt;/strong&gt;buuuuuut. i'm kinda waiting for school to start, y'know. too bored, i guess. but GOD, SAVE ME ! my homework lays &lt;strong&gt;untouched ! &lt;/strong&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm SO HYPER ! and bored. i will do my homework. I SWEAR !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-113343227994510867?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/113343227994510867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=113343227994510867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113343227994510867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113343227994510867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/12/boring.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-113334312788515146</id><published>2005-11-30T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:43.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pisces are giving , dreamy and spiritual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urm, giving , dreamy and spiritual. yep. they definetely describe me to a TEE ( lol, hey, don't laugh. it's TRUE ... not ) i mean, yes. I'm clever, dreamy, &lt;strong&gt;giving&lt;/strong&gt;, and i'm, &lt;em&gt;spiritual.&lt;/em&gt; wohoot ! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i went to buy my books today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why the bloody hell, did NO ONE ( not blaming ting and wei ) tell me that you can't wear home clothes to buy school books ? WHY the bloody hell is that ? I think ms THP is &lt;u&gt;mad&lt;/u&gt;. SERIOUSLY ! grr. it's so pathetic ! i had to sit on the steps , me and my brother , waiting for my dad ! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grr. anyways, after that, we went to play badminton. yes, my friggin` back is aching like hell again. my dad can play goddarn well. and now he went out to buy crabs. so we're eating black pepper crab today ! wohooo ! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. ting, if you're reading this, read the previous post. love ya. mwah. =D KAY !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-113334312788515146?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/113334312788515146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=113334312788515146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113334312788515146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113334312788515146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/11/pisces-are-giving-dreamy-and-spiritual.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-113325654661777393</id><published>2005-11-29T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:43.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haven't you wondered how hard it was to get your mom a birthday gift ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally depressing. it's not that you haven't enough money. ( well, okay, 40 bucks isn't alot. ) but it's so difficult to understand what your mom lacks or like or wants. it's just so hard. lucky ting and wei were with me today. =D otherwise, i'll die of frustrations. REALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay enough with all that bullshit. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kayley. doesn't it sound spiffy ? Next time i shall adress ting as kayley. wait, even better. &lt;strong&gt;kay.&lt;/strong&gt; wow, it sounds neat. =) kay. &lt;strong&gt;kay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;kay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strike&gt;kay&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;u&gt;kay.&lt;/u&gt;  woah. it's fun. KAYLEY KOH. &lt;strong&gt;KAYLEY KOH WEI TING. &lt;/strong&gt;also known as ting. =D kay. i shall irritate the helloutta her soon. mwahahahaha. isn't it such &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fun &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;KAYLEY KOH WEI TING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwahaaha. wait till she finds out i dedicated half my post to her. KAYLEY ! mwahahaha. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-113325654661777393?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/113325654661777393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=113325654661777393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113325654661777393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113325654661777393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/11/havent-you-wondered-how-hard-it-was-to.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-113308980351444157</id><published>2005-11-27T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:43.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after sleeping for 20 hours, i feel &lt;strong&gt;totally &lt;/strong&gt;refreshed. i guess the camp wore me out. &lt;strong&gt;badly. &lt;/strong&gt;but now i'm really REALLY awake. wohoot ! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, the camp was really urm .. okay, i guess. it'll be wonderful if not for TMT. yeah. HER. spoiling our fun in the middle of the goddamned night. And guess what ? Wohoot. we didn't sleep the whole night ! it's such an achievement. I think my mom guessed that we were up to no good that night. ahhas. it's so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we talked to eevian from 11 plus to around one. then we walked to ling ling, lynn and hui ling's mats and talked, playde truth or dare, and they made me " Cock-a-doodle-doo" in the middle of the hall. but the cutest thing was ting doing pole dance with the net ball pole in the middle of the hall. it was HILAROUS ! seriously. and hui ling went skipping and " lalala-ing". it was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came the witching hour hui ling said. i was really &lt;strong&gt;freaked&lt;/strong&gt; ! she was like " If you hear, see or smell something from 3 am to 5 am. don't say anything. just act normal. " hello ? She got me almost screaming. oh dear god. anyways, camp was fun !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bwahahaha. =D i looooove them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missed my comp though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-113308980351444157?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/113308980351444157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=113308980351444157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113308980351444157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113308980351444157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/11/after-sleeping-for-20-hours-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-113289283550744250</id><published>2005-11-25T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:43.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>camp today. not really excited thoughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad ain't fetching me. I have to carry that damn heavy bag not tuu mention my pipa ! which is freakingly heavy ! oh godddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLEGHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-113289283550744250?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/113289283550744250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=113289283550744250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113289283550744250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113289283550744250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/11/camp-today.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-113281069341118560</id><published>2005-11-24T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:43.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Harry Potter and TGOF was not what i had expected. I'm really dissappointed at the movie. Two thumbs down. Gahh. To think i was so enthusiastic about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh. my back hurts so much. all because of the badminton game yesterday with my dad. With a huge tummy, i'd thought he would be slow. Nevertheless, looks are deceiving. Thus, backache. neckache and headache. Have to borrow tigerbalm backache plaster from my mom later. She's been having backache as well. xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CO camp tomorrow. Just thinking of my pipa lesson before the camp really wears me out. Afterall, i'm already having achy bones. Pipa lessons are always tiring. Let's just hope spider wants to focus her attention on my two "wonderful" seniors. And thus, i get more free time. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahh, off to pack for the camp !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-113281069341118560?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/113281069341118560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=113281069341118560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113281069341118560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113281069341118560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/11/harry-potter-and-tgof-was-not-what-i.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-113266619543768302</id><published>2005-11-22T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:43.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mwahahaha. * coughs * i'm so dead bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i've been filling my mind with nothing but crap. =) That's right. My brain is full of crap. Not dirty crap but plain &lt;strong&gt;crap. &lt;/strong&gt;Yep. Spongebob Squarepants is one of my favourite cartoons. I'd rather use the internet while going out. And i adore cute little piles of dung. Or faeces ( is that how you spell that ? Anyway, i once thought it was spelt as PIE-ses. And that sounded like my star sign, pisces. And yer, i got teasings from my mom, who still laughs at how i said faeces. Embarressing, huh ? ) And so, my mind is filled with &lt;strong&gt;PURE &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;CLEAN &lt;/strong&gt;crap. Happy now ? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL. I watched ZongYiDaGeDa just now on SCV. And there was this girl who sang in such a high pitch, the glass broke. No kidding. Talk about breaking windows when you sing. That was so amazing ! oh wow. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to finish a few chapters of a book and i'm off to bed. Early night tonight. Can't help if i'm tired. xD I think the book'll think me an hour to read anyway. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-113266619543768302?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/113266619543768302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=113266619543768302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113266619543768302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113266619543768302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/11/mwahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-113264561611116163</id><published>2005-11-22T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:42.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just went out with Joy and my little brother to compass. I haven't seen her in so long. And wow, it's today i just realised , i missed her like hell. I can't belive i haven't seen her in like 5 months. =S seeing her really brings back the memories i thought we lost when we started our secondary one life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, HARRY POTTER tomorrow. it's a must-watch. &lt;strong&gt;mwahahaha&lt;/strong&gt;. *dies*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-113264561611116163?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/113264561611116163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=113264561611116163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113264561611116163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113264561611116163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-just-went-out-with-joy-and-my-little.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-113256741788376015</id><published>2005-11-21T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:42.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>* prances *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) I'm so happy ! No idea why though. Holidays are killing me. literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we're going to watch Harry Potter and TGOF. =) That definetely puts a smile on my face. I've been &lt;strong&gt;dying&lt;/strong&gt; to watch the movie ever since i read the books. And the fourth book is my favourite. ahhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, i realised. i have tons of holiday homework. really. and i haven't started any at all. haven't even got my sec 2 books. i'll get them in the repeat sales. oh yes, lazy me. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i looooove my life. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)  spongebob squarepants is on now. off to watch !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-113256741788376015?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/113256741788376015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=113256741788376015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113256741788376015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113256741788376015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/11/prances-im-so-happy-no-idea-why-though.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-113237181842335287</id><published>2005-11-19T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:42.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupps. i'm so darn tired by yesterday's performance. My dad said i was "extra". ahhhh, so hurting ! Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall blog later on. is hungry. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-113237181842335287?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/113237181842335287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=113237181842335287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113237181842335287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113237181842335287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-just-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-113221209622852234</id><published>2005-11-17T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:42.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>am talking to wei on the comp. talking about our CO costume and my shoes dilema. =) TOMORROW's the Music and Movement performance ! and although it isn't our first time performing on stage, it's our very first time wearing CO costume performing ! ahhh , so excited .. lols. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANWs, today's performance was a diaster .. Without Xuxu conducting, we suck. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ! so excited. unable to contain it. i have to go safety pin my dress lerhs. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-113221209622852234?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/113221209622852234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=113221209622852234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113221209622852234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113221209622852234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/11/am-talking-to-wei-on-comp.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-113203853212264791</id><published>2005-11-15T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:42.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i changed my blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so nice, and naturally , i made it again myself. Hermione and Krum, dancing at the Yule ball for Harry Potter and the Goblet Of Fire. ohmygawd. i'll watch it no matter what, considering how much i used to imagine the Yule ball when i read the book. =) so excited. countdown : 2 more days !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'm so freaked, by the fiasco yesterday. does anyone knows what the phobia of lizard called ? cause i have it now. and it's not funny. yesterday when i was scooping rice for dinner, this lizard flew out and clung onto my shirt. then it crawled all over me and i was screaming and shaking so madly. it flew onto my hand and i was almost crying. in the end, i shooked it off. it fell onto the floor and tried scurrying .. in the same direction as me. so i was like, " &lt;strong&gt;OHMYGAWD ! Ahhhhh. Lizard , lizard. Ahhhhh. &lt;/strong&gt;" if you're laughing, it's not funny, in fact it's horrifying. so, lizard-phobic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i have FOUR TICKETS to ZHSS's music and movement concert this friday at 7.30pm. I'm willing to give them FREE to anyone who is interested, considering one ticket is $8. If you'd like to pay, it'd be naturally better lah. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-113203853212264791?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/113203853212264791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=113203853212264791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113203853212264791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113203853212264791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-changed-my-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-113196302962693299</id><published>2005-11-14T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:42.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's so tiring. =) but today's CO was fun. =D can't wait till this friday's performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i went to sentosa for a BBQ last weekend, namely yesterday and the day before with my aunt and her friends and colleagues. wells, they were erm ... vulgar, and er boring. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think i'll go watch some VCDs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-113196302962693299?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/113196302962693299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=113196302962693299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113196302962693299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113196302962693299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-so-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-113170275002655839</id><published>2005-11-11T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:42.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>put the lime in the coke, you nut&lt;br /&gt;and drink it all up !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols. did anyone see the new lime coke add ? lols. it's so funny, and now that i've got the tune stuck in my head, it's impossible for it to come out. it's a little freakish when you think of absolutely nothing except the guys who sing " put the lime in the coke, you nut."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CO practice today was fine.  *HOPEFULLY* i can get another girl who wants to learn pipa. oh yah, and spider PRAISED me ! mwahaha. lols. she &lt;strong&gt;PRAISED &lt;/strong&gt;me !  ppsh: for those who has been living in the 16th century, Spider is my female instructer who has this weird style , and got named spider by my seniors. my oh-so-nice seniors.  x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalahs. am really hungry though it's only 5.40. shall ransack the kitchen for FOOD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-113170275002655839?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/113170275002655839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=113170275002655839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113170275002655839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113170275002655839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/11/put-lime-in-coke-you-nut-and-drink-it.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-113158270471225559</id><published>2005-11-10T08:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:42.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i brought my qin home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did. even if it was like for one day. x) i'm so surprised and shocked for myself. i'll practise and practise .. after i come back from the library with ting, val and wei. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired. god knows what the hell woke me up at such a time this morning. GRR. it's only 8.24 am, and my eyes can barely open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's orchestra practise was ... horrible. i forgot all my notes for the songs performed at mid autumn, and well, i can't catch up with the new one. two words to simplify : horrible, and terrible. i almost died.  and we sat there for , 3 hours ? maybe more ? whatever it was, my butt hurt. after that we went to take down the backdrop for the mid-autumn festival.  when we left the school, it was near seven. ahhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm dead and certified. can't find my booklist ANYWHERE ! ohmygawd. my mom will kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-113158270471225559?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/113158270471225559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=113158270471225559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113158270471225559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113158270471225559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-brought-my-qin-home.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-113150425106657563</id><published>2005-11-09T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:41.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CO prac. later. i didn't practice, at ALL !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGAWD. i'm going to be fried later. omigawd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-113150425106657563?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/113150425106657563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=113150425106657563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113150425106657563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113150425106657563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/11/co-prac.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-113133528430461181</id><published>2005-11-07T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:41.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i didn't blog for so many days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so boring. hey, in ONE day, i can get grounded and UN-grounded. my mom is so weird today. GOSH. so i didn't go out with ting and wei. what is WRONG with my mom ? BLEGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-113133528430461181?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/113133528430461181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=113133528430461181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113133528430461181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113133528430461181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-didnt-blog-for-so-many-days.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-113075781798651079</id><published>2005-10-31T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:41.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm back again. guess i'm really bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ting's fond of saying this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" When it's the end of the world, i would sit beside you. hold your hands. look into your eyes, and say ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BLOODY HELL, we're gonna die ! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. it's so funny. ahhas. =D holidays are a bore but i'm going out tomorrow. wakakaka. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-113075781798651079?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/113075781798651079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=113075781798651079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113075781798651079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113075781798651079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-back-again.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-113074464600495164</id><published>2005-10-31T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:41.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can summarise this holiday in one word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BORING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a capital letter B. gahh. bored bored bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-113074464600495164?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/113074464600495164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=113074464600495164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113074464600495164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113074464600495164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-can-summarise-this-holiday-in-one.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-113049472997506616</id><published>2005-10-28T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:41.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ms irda, john yeo and mr quek will most probably leave ZHSS next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me a reason why i would enjoy next year as a sec two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although we seriously think sometimes ms irda's mood might be extremely bad; for the fact she can't stand noise when doing art. and the fact that some of mr quek's words might be insulting. and also the fact that john yeo is dirty, LOADS. they're still my teachers. and encouraging ones, i might add. so, what's the point of enjoying the subjects i do now ? the teachers won't be there to make it interesting, or they won't be there to be a friend anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;what's the point ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- lalalahs -&lt;br /&gt;the hols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my not-so-busy schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; CO camp. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; NE camp.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; SEC one orientation meetings.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Chalet ( unconfirmed )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Trip to god-knows-where with family ( unconfirmed )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Co practices &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;it's not so busy after all. i'm anticipating it. besides, there would be many &lt;strong&gt;MANY&lt;/strong&gt; times that i'll be going out with ting and wei. ooh, i'm so happy yet sad. how contradictory. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'll miss all the teachers. hmpff. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-113049472997506616?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/113049472997506616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=113049472997506616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113049472997506616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113049472997506616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/10/ms-irda-john-yeo-and-mr-quek-will-most.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-113041444698200339</id><published>2005-10-27T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:41.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very laughy today. tomorrow's the last day of school. wahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-113041444698200339?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/113041444698200339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=113041444698200339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113041444698200339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113041444698200339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/10/ahhas_27.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-113031922127764448</id><published>2005-10-26T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:41.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>from now on, i'm the weather goddess. mwahahaha. happy now ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" raindrops keep falling on my head , they keep falling "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it raining now ? wells, maybe i have to chant it in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright with me being lame. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today the three of us went to eat sakae sushi at J8. the food was GOOD. terribly good. =) i'm so full. gahh. and broke too. bleghs. =) anyways, it's so fun. also , this friday, the last day of school, we're deciding to go KBOX. =) that's so fun. ahhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bitch off, poodle. go barking somewhere else. i make the friends i want. i choose the way i live and you can't make up my mind for me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-113031922127764448?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/113031922127764448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=113031922127764448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113031922127764448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113031922127764448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/10/from-now-on-im-weather-goddess.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-113023997927137294</id><published>2005-10-25T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:41.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is a &lt;strong&gt;rainy &lt;/strong&gt;day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the morning it was so sunny.  =)) we went beach cleaning. my shoe has tons of SAND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YUCK &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am so disgusted. so darn tired. off to bathe and eat dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-113023997927137294?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/113023997927137294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=113023997927137294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113023997927137294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113023997927137294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/10/today-is-rainy-day.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-113005644756718568</id><published>2005-10-23T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:41.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was fun at ting's birthday party. it was simply but "fun-ner" if nicholas hadn't throw a tantrum, and demanded to play "water bomb" before most of us had arrived.  well. FINE. fancy a guy throwing a tantrum. gahh. i'll be pissed at all three of them tomorrow. and i belive, ting will be MAD at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and they took the "water bomb" they bought too ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean. hello ? it's like PART of a gift to ting. and well, they took it away ? gosh. you guys suck. whereas, warren and clarence was nice and sweet. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in a GOOD mood. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-113005644756718568?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/113005644756718568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=113005644756718568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113005644756718568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/113005644756718568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/10/yesterday-was-fun-at-tings-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-112988947335770829</id><published>2005-10-21T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:41.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got BLiSTERS on my hand. GREAT. just fantastic. And it hurts. ALOT. to think i'm supposed to catch up with my seniors in three lessons. gahh. not the least bit easy. bleaghs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's ting's shen ri. ahhas. =) we're going to have fun Fun FUN. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-112988947335770829?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/112988947335770829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=112988947335770829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112988947335770829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112988947335770829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-got-blisters-on-my-hand.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-112980486423957918</id><published>2005-10-20T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:40.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want to cry. i really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"when you wish upon a star, makes no difference who you are. When you wish upon a star, your dreams come true. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that so ? if it's true, i'll wish upon as many stars as i can see. no one said living this life would be easy, but no one said living this life would be so so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself. i hate my life. i hate my mere existence. i hope you're glad now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-112980486423957918?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/112980486423957918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=112980486423957918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112980486423957918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112980486423957918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-want-to-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-112971088934559748</id><published>2005-10-19T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:40.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy today ! partly because the blogskin i made ranked number #11 on the top 15 chart. =) btw, if ting, you are reading this, i made you a blogskin lerh. =) im nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know why dark chocolate is so popular, it's because it calms you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still pained. but i just realised, there's not much i can do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-112971088934559748?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/112971088934559748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=112971088934559748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112971088934559748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112971088934559748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-happy-today-partly-because-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-112962975010412236</id><published>2005-10-18T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:40.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to walk in the rain badly. So no one can see me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came true today. I hate my life. I want to live in the past. When i was still naive. Ignorant. Just a kid. I want to be me again. I don't want to be the pillar of my family now. It's too heavy, and i'll break soon. Hurt, Lost, Despair. These three words aptly describe my current circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope and pray for the situation to change. Turn around 180 degrees. Cause i can't take it any much longer. I won't be able to force back the tears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-112962975010412236?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/112962975010412236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=112962975010412236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112962975010412236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112962975010412236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-want-to-walk-in-rain-badly.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-112954226605263166</id><published>2005-10-17T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:40.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhhhh !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm freaking pissed. MY DUMB MAID ATE MY DARK CHOCS !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRR !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-112954226605263166?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/112954226605263166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=112954226605263166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112954226605263166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112954226605263166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/10/ahhhhh-im-freaking-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-112953904880761554</id><published>2005-10-17T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:40.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not in der mood to post today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more interested in making blogskins. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-112953904880761554?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/112953904880761554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=112953904880761554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112953904880761554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112953904880761554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/10/ahhas.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-112945546597366863</id><published>2005-10-16T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:40.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm finally posting. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously before that, great blogskin, huh ? lols. took me an hour to get all HTML codes right. But i'm seriously into making blogskins now. It's fun !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people, i talked to my mom, about it. And i'm not dropping my HCL. I'll try harder (really hard) for better marks. shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahh, that means less time for play and more time studying. but i'll do anything to stay in 1E7. 2E7 next year. somehow, it doesn't seem the same being in Sec one.  The happy memories, the sad and the fun times. It's like the time really flies.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-112945546597366863?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/112945546597366863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=112945546597366863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112945546597366863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112945546597366863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-finally-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-112936949304533553</id><published>2005-10-15T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:40.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haven't been in the mood to blog for DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still not blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be on hiatus for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, lots of love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-112936949304533553?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/112936949304533553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=112936949304533553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112936949304533553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112936949304533553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/10/havent-been-in-mood-to-blog-for-days.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-112912323319202314</id><published>2005-10-12T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:40.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=) today rocks. lalalahs. me , wei, ting, jing kai, nicholas, justin,warren and clarence went to cineleisure today to watch &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;goal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. although i don't like the football part, the rest was just alright. the plot was interesting and warren was so excited over some ladies' knickers. ahhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) shall cut my crap short today. tomorrow is going back to school day. and i don't want to, seriously. because it's also the day papers would be given back. i'm excited, nervous, anxious, afraid and plain freaked. blahs. wells *cross fingers* let's hope i don't die too badly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-112912323319202314?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/112912323319202314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=112912323319202314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112912323319202314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112912323319202314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/10/today-rocks.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-112894750233423463</id><published>2005-10-10T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:40.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=) I'm finally &lt;strong&gt;blogging&lt;/strong&gt;. turns out that blogger wasn't down. T.T" yupps.  i just can't get in by blogger.com. must enter by blogspot.com. wells. whatever ! =D did you actually see huixin's blog ? it's COOLER than cool. it's after exams lerh, so i think i'll do something like that ! lols. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of today, we went to AMK library again. this time playing at the play ground again. and today we buried our time capsules. promising that next year we'll come back again. In the library , instead of reading, we just talked. And alot of fun we had. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;yayness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoots. i love today. after chatting , we went to a "nearby" KFC, in which there was this Pri 6 girl from mayflower with her mom nagging &lt;strong&gt;madly&lt;/strong&gt;. no kidding. then they talked about choosing of secondary school and asked us which secondary school are we from and where was it. lols. zhonghua is a wonderful school lahs. ( eh, my nose grew longer ) but yah. anyways, shall continue working on White hearts webbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 mwahaha. shall change the blogskin ASAP, cause i think Huixin's one is GREAT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-112894750233423463?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/112894750233423463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=112894750233423463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112894750233423463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112894750233423463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-finally-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-112877787516044161</id><published>2005-10-08T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:39.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=) left one last paper to complete, and it's party time for me. speaking of party, ting's birthday party is coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i think we're going escape next week. don't think i can go though. mom will kill. but lalalahs. hope i'll find a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fantastic dinner today, (i'm being so random) sirloin steak. hehs. =) and then there's this girl booked the whole restaurant, so we had to sit outside. it was her 21st birthday. can't wait till mine. it seems to cool to me. =) i'm super tired. yet i don't want to sleep. ironic ? yeps. but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;confused. one word to describe today. confused. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-112877787516044161?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/112877787516044161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=112877787516044161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112877787516044161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112877787516044161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/10/left-one-last-paper-to-complete-and.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-112866713293289633</id><published>2005-10-07T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:39.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was loads of fun, &lt;strong&gt;fun &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUN ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhas. i love my life and my friends =) hehs. today was LiT, and we had to sit for it in teh hall. so freakish, but fun ! And for lit, most of us was scribbling away like crazy people. still, it's FUN. So after that we went to J8 thinking we should go starbucks planning the chalet, and den whee ~ we decided to go watch movie ! hehs. Guess what we watched ? ... Into the Blue. Which is sooo cool. And i love Jessica Alba. ahhas. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was great, other than i spurlted the cheese from the cheesy hotdog on my &lt;strong&gt;school uniform &lt;/strong&gt;and like weiting said, too much sharks  ( i love sharks ). anyway, the movie was great. hehs.  whoots ~ =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life rocks again. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i loved life, until you came, then i realised i &lt;strong&gt;adored &lt;/strong&gt;my life, cause you guys made me who i am. =) but there will always be that one, who's always there to cause pain and discomfort. with your size, you think you'll be able to hit that shuttlecock ? think again. Life isn't fair, at least not for me. and while you make my life unhappy, i'll make yours suck. that's for stepping on my toes, lady. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-112866713293289633?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/112866713293289633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=112866713293289633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112866713293289633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112866713293289633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/10/today-was-loads-of-fun-fun-fun-ahhas.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-112857827570967129</id><published>2005-10-06T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:39.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey. I've thought about it and cheered up loads. You guys are still my greatest friends, kaes. and we shall be together forebbers. =) i'm back to my cheerful self again, if ( according to you girls and guys ) i was ever cheerful, but ahhs .. whatever. Because i'm so willing to forgive and forget, not that i'm the one who has a choice. x) anyways, i lubb you guys , kaes. and NEVER NEVER NEVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NEVER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hide things from each other again, kaes. =) i lubb you guys. Darn ms ow. She can't find my Lit project file which i chiong-ed a whole day to finish and she called me and said if i don't hand up, i won't get any marks, which i am going to freak again ! ugh, she is so obnoxious. but whatever. i'm glad i have my friends back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can deal another blow. i hope you're sincere. cause i am. i hope our friendship can go a long way. cause at this very moment, you're all my bestest friends. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-112857827570967129?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/112857827570967129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=112857827570967129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112857827570967129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112857827570967129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/10/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-112857259492088536</id><published>2005-10-06T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:39.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm glad we cleared things up. but hurt ? i still am. scarcasm, definetely. i'm sorry that i hurt you, i am. but this time, you've pierced me through. it's hurts, and i'm so spaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BROKEN INSIDE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so tell me, our friendship, our memories and our promises .. are they all a LIE ? after her, i thought i found my true friends, friends who cared .. friends who would stick by me through thin and thick. so this is all a facade ? I'm so lost, so tired , so hurt. I  never thought it was this way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change , i definetely will try to. This few months .. all a lie. My true friends. i'm so confused, so lost, and my heart .. shattered in a million pieces &lt;strong&gt;again &lt;/strong&gt;. Friends, i don't know what does it mean. i guess i never did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just .. don't let me be wrong again. cause i can't afford to be hurt a second time. everyone's a lie. i understand, i do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-112857259492088536?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/112857259492088536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=112857259492088536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112857259492088536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112857259492088536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-glad-we-cleared-things-up.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-112851079715557752</id><published>2005-10-05T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:39.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DISTRESSED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so lost. i'm really really so lost. i dunno who's my friend, who's not. i'm hurt, deep inside. were we friends .. or is this all a lie ? tell me, cause i don't want to drag this on. i'm hurt, i am. and i'm confused. why is it always my fault ? is this your choice or mine ? i never did things to cause you pain, then why are you doing this to me .. ? is it because you think i deserve it ? Are we friends , or is this all a game of pretend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those happy days, a lie ? Those trusting words .. a lie ? Those wonderful and happy memories we share .. ALL A LIE ? you're supposed to be my friend, how could you do this to me ? i know, i do. but is this me your anger is directed at ? what happened to you; "Let's come clean with all our problems." This was what i heard and trusted. THIS is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was i so wrong ? I never thought we would be like this. so pretentious. a friend ? i don't know. but i &lt;strong&gt;implore &lt;/strong&gt;you. at least , the very least ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let me know &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm hurt, and confused. this .. is this a lie ? another pretentious game ? all our friendship, the times we shared, a SCAM ? i just never thought you would be the one who will cause me impending hurt and pain. you were never the one. i guess i was so wrong .. friends ? i hope we once were. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-112851079715557752?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/112851079715557752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=112851079715557752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112851079715557752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112851079715557752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/10/distressed-im-so-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-112849413559448026</id><published>2005-10-05T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:39.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DAY 3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm barely alive.  i hate the exams. ting and wei says science is something they can confidently pass. god, i can't be too sure of that. =) but ahh, it's over lerhs, left two more papers and i'm done ! lol, Lit and HMT aren't easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, went to AMK library today with ting, wei and yes, with rui ying as well. i realised many things today. ahhas. today was ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUN ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols, anyway, we drank oreo chocolate on derr way. and i found out that my nails turn purple when i'm supercold. hehs. and we played on the swings opposite AMK library for half an hour and started screaming our heads off. lols. it's fun fun fun !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly i don't have a tinge of exam fever at all, and i DON'T CRAM at all. that's so unlike me. but ahhs, whatever. i know my marks will be pathethic. bleghs. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-112849413559448026?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/112849413559448026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=112849413559448026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112849413559448026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112849413559448026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/10/day-3-and-im-barely-alive.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-112832979488225072</id><published>2005-10-03T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:39.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GEOG and EL today. overall not bad, but ting and wei was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ting &amp; wei "oh my gawd, that was tough. "&lt;br /&gt;me " hah ?!? okay lah "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in an obvious dumb state of mind. =X gosh, i'm gonna DIE , DIE , &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DIE ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's maths, dunno how i'm gonna survive that .. gahh !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-112832979488225072?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/112832979488225072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=112832979488225072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112832979488225072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112832979488225072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/10/geog-and-el-today.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-112824543774489723</id><published>2005-10-02T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:39.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GEOG IS TOMORROW ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omigosh , good luck to everyone out there ! i'm going to be killed. i don't understand A single stuff about map bearing or whatever is that. gee. i'm going to DIE. ahhhhs ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freak out freak out freak out freak out freak out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleghs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to do last min stuffs again. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-112824543774489723?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/112824543774489723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=112824543774489723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112824543774489723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112824543774489723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/10/geog-is-tomorrow-omigosh-good-luck-to.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-112817235791068368</id><published>2005-10-01T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:39.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's devastating to know how bitchy once can be nowadays. Especially those who are generally glad to be named another 'student couple' in class 1E7. don't you feel embaressed, awkward, disgusted ? nevertheless, i WOULD acctually understand the fact that you don't. and never will.  'Student Couple' ? that's just a load of bull, dears. it's what she thinks she is. she thinks she belong, she doesn't. naturally, she isn't what she think as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, the 'guy' is everybit as shameless as the female counterpart. which are both so pathethic. but SERIOUSLY, this was not the least expected. =) i knew something like this would happen, and yes, i'm digusted at the sight, sick to the stomach at the ear, and rolling my eyeballs out. but i do have to say, you two deserves each another. cause &lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt; is what you two deserves. and you'll slowly be unable to stand each other. &lt;strong&gt;that'll &lt;/strong&gt;be THE day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;huge smileys perk me up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love life. every single second of it. no, don't get me wrong. i really do love life. my friends; the CLiQUE OF THREE, my family members, my class. everyone. i love the fact i'm breathing, the fact that my life is filled with joy and laughter. but then, there's still something missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the thing is you .... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-112817235791068368?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/112817235791068368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=112817235791068368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112817235791068368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112817235791068368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-devastating-to-know-how-bitchy.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-112806495053405300</id><published>2005-09-30T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:38.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally friday. the end of this hectic week, and a day closer to the hectic-er next week. i just loooove my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BLEGHS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i DO love my life. but something seems missing though ... oh wells. =) anyways, i'm so hyper today ! i have no idea why though. =) being hyper seems to be a good thing. ahhs, today, during Physical Education (or more commonly known as PE) we had to learn how to play soccer. which was CRAP. yupps. CRAP. =) anyways, we had to practice kicking the dumb ball far with our foot under the ball. so we were all, "try lorh, try lorh. " then the crimson butterflies had to be our so-called teammates. so we kicked the ball for some time, and TALIB wanted us to dribble the ball and play some kind of tackling/snatching the ball. So we did. and Me, Wei and Ting never failed to win every single round. =) POWER OF THE WHiTE HEART-ians ! GO US !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps the previous chunk of paragraph was used to get rid of my hyperness. so it's a whole load of bullshit. you don't have to read it. but you probably did. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however dears, i think life rocks only with the CLiQUE OF THREE. exams are coming and i have no idea how to survive that. no matter how, i'm glad i have you guys and girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;van-kai-wei-just-ting-nic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;// ps. it's from oldest to youngest, don't get me wrong. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-112806495053405300?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/112806495053405300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=112806495053405300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112806495053405300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112806495053405300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/09/finally-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-112798049776386571</id><published>2005-09-29T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:38.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haaaate multi-tasking but i can't help it. i'll be on the internet for only a short while. i promised myself. And then i'll be off to study. GEOG . then EL, then all subjects will start pouring out. well, okay, i may be doing last minute revision,  and i may suck alot at that too,  but i have to. I really DO want good results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's CLARENCE's birthday ! *huggles* DA JIE lurbbes euu. He's sooo damned sweet and shy today. and den when taking photos (on hp) he was running away. hehes. oh and we bought him a cake too. = )  ahhh , oh - clarence got pillared too, and Xiao han since his birthday is on the 1st of OCT, but we won't touch on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god, i love my friends. YES, the CLiQUE OF THREE, the THREE PiiGiiES and MORE ! i love you guys !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't think you're all that, cause you're not. we haven't made the final decision. yes , it's up to us, to decide whether you're a friend or foe. so step on our toes, and you'll be sentenced to eternal damn-ation. life isn't easy, nobody ever said it was. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-112798049776386571?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/112798049776386571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=112798049776386571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112798049776386571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112798049776386571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/09/omg-i-haaaate-multi-tasking-but-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-112789299890820129</id><published>2005-09-28T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:38.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>teh word ferr todae : &lt;strong&gt;slurpies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupps. i lubb them, though i haven't drank one it ages. slurpies rocks. and so does MEJI dark chocs. oh , today isn't a good hair day as well. looks like im destined to have bad hairday for the rest of my life.*screams and pulls hair*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells, the exams are comiing and i'm damned determined to score well. As in &lt;strong&gt;well, WELL&lt;/strong&gt;. I won't fail. must psycho myself. ahhs - it's so damned frustrating. tomorrow's CLA's bdae , starr starr fam fam, dears ! *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LIFE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;who the hell you think you are, taking away the ones i love, causing pain and hurt. i hate you, i hate your guts, i hate to think of you, i hate the fact your true, i hate that goddamn bitchy mouth of yours bitching another person. you're goddammed shallow, you're untrustable, you won't have friends .. or at least none that are true, you're a two face bitch. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-112789299890820129?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/112789299890820129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=112789299890820129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112789299890820129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112789299890820129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/09/teh-word-ferr-todae-slurpies-yupps.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-112781219075344168</id><published>2005-09-27T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:38.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Meep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just &lt;strong&gt;haaaate &lt;/strong&gt;my freaking bro. grrr. anyways, today's the advanced paper, and surprisingly, it was &lt;strong&gt;ok &lt;/strong&gt;! *crosses finger* hmm, well, i'm gonna start studying from today onwards. 100% focused. i'll still use the computer though, i'm thoroughly addicted to it. i'll just spent lesser time on the net and more time studying. *nods* i &lt;strong&gt;promise &lt;/strong&gt;myself, i'll score much much better than mid-year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously dunch wanna drop out of E7. huff. i lubb miie fwens. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OFF to STUDY ! (yeah, seriously)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-112781219075344168?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/112781219075344168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=112781219075344168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112781219075344168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112781219075344168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/09/meep.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-112773014901819551</id><published>2005-09-26T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:38.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>= )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm HAPPY today ! although tomorrow's derr start of derr final papers lerhs. euu noe WHYS ? because i went around giving peeps friendster TESTiiS ! wishhing dem super duper good luck !&lt;br /&gt;now i feel so damned good. aww, i lurrbe myself.  hees. JiNGKAi PROMiSED tuu be myy bodyguard for 2 weeks and a day ! = ) hees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLiQUE OF THREE, i lubb euu girls. =D although weiiting must rmbr tuu return miie myy testiis. bleghs. today's AMANDAR's Bdae ! *hugs her* Well, we didn't get you your prezzie cause EXAMS are coming, ger. we WILL though, dunch worry too much. love yoos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm HYPER ! but im pissed at tt freaking sicko who gave miie chocs. yep , I HATE EUUS. bleghs. GO AWAY SIAHS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-112773014901819551?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/112773014901819551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=112773014901819551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112773014901819551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112773014901819551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-happy-today-although-tomorrows-derr.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-112764810285880282</id><published>2005-09-25T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:38.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wah-lah !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) finished making the blogskin. The happiest part of it is the song ! I lubb it. *hugs* It took me quite awhile to search for the song. hehes. I know i didn't blog very long lerh, but i'm &lt;strong&gt;BACK &lt;/strong&gt;! Nice blog rights .. ?!? bwahaha. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're freaking me out. we're only friends. Don't make us worst. Please .. don't. You're a friend now, you're a friend tomorrow, you'll ALWAYS be a friend. I hope this is a misunderstanding, i do. BESIDES ; there are more starrs in the universe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-112764810285880282?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/112764810285880282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=112764810285880282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112764810285880282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112764810285880282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/09/wah-lah-finished-making-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-112720918377087643</id><published>2005-09-20T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:38.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kan-A-Sai ( formerly known as Kan Zi Xiang )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hehs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's soo funnie, it was like, Jiwei , miie and PY under certain circumstances had to do project together, so we did. And we went back to the class, cause the library was closed at 4. weird. and it was so funny that me and jiwei cannot use der comp. cause we dunn know how to. hahas. anyways, we went back tuu class den der guys were playing. fine. we dunn care. den after dat they threw der water bottle and it hit my leg ( yes, there's a bump now ) anyways, i faked pissed and cried. (hehes.) surprisingly, the tears were soo real ! (oscar awards, here i come ! ) lols, den i was like ... KANASAI ! ahhas, thats der origin of der name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STRESS . STRESS AND MORE STRESS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;der file, presentation .. EVERYTHING ! it was horrible how py put den together. so , CONGRATS to miie, i bring everything home and do fer her. SHIT HER !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols, anyway, YO sucks, yeah. he saw miie bu shuang him, when he was "punishing" us. UGH !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HE'S SO FAKE ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleghs ! not in der mood, im happie , No matter what !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-112720918377087643?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/112720918377087643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=112720918377087643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112720918377087643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112720918377087643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/09/kan-sai-formerly-known-as-kan-zi-xiang.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-112693159746668219</id><published>2005-09-17T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:37.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoots, MY COMP is FINALLY alright ! =) I'm so clever with my IT skills. lol. anyways, here's what happened this week, when i wasn't online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Freakish wednesday, Ting and Jiwei and Me all got pissed at our asshole Yo. He's a PATHETIC excuse of a form teacher. and that's a form of compliment. Bleghs. I HATE HIM. Not to mention he has been biased against me from the starting of the year. Not that i like him as well.  barfs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wed, we also had our mid-autumn festival rehearsal ! it was so cool ! *hugs* although XuXu gort pissed cause DiZi and Ruan came in at the wrong time, we still had FUN FUN FUN ! whoots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehx, i'm lazy. to put it short CO prac was fun for both thurs and fri. And fri was da zu. Which i accidentally got my middle finger slammed by a door and it bled. =) TODAY'S Sat ! mid-autumn festival todae. whoots. im so excited. todae's me, ting and jiwei's officially first CO performance !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-112693159746668219?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/112693159746668219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=112693159746668219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112693159746668219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112693159746668219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/09/whoots-my-comp-is-finally-alright-im.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-112660611316199870</id><published>2005-09-13T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:37.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6940/1461/1600/SSFF3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6940/1461/320/SSFF3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This ish wad ting said on MSN when me, ting, jiwei and clarence was having a four-way STAR`STAR' meeting. Ahhas , i LOVE everyone of you kaes. =) aii nii men. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmm, weiting was certainly pissed at some teacher today. To see her posting fer today, go to &lt;a href="http://www.i-don-care-less.blogspot.com"&gt;http://www.i-don-care-less.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; you'll be able to guess to teacher. It's not like im happie with him, but i'd rather go home and DA XIAO REN. =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;aniwaes, i LOVE today. here's der [ star` star' Fam Fam ] namelists, consisting of &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1] miie =)&lt;br /&gt;2] jiingkaii  { zhuu touu }&lt;br /&gt;3] jiiweii &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;4] justiin { zhuu jiiao }&lt;br /&gt;5] clarence { piiglet }&lt;br /&gt;6] warrenn { piiggiie }&lt;br /&gt;7] weiiting - aiinii worrs&lt;br /&gt;8] niicholas { xiiao zhuu }&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;fer exact burfdate ( im useless at dates ) go to ting's blogg. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;signing off, love ya.  VAN&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-112660611316199870?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/112660611316199870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=112660611316199870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112660611316199870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112660611316199870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/09/this-ish-wad-ting-said-on-msn-when-me.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-112651983505832136</id><published>2005-09-12T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:37.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what is wrong with me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i turned on the comp today and the tears just came pouring out. i'm so depressed. and doubled freaked out. i dont get it. i have parents and friends who love me. and i'm upset ? i really don't get it. if any of you guys think i'm pissed at you, i'm not, kays. i love you guys.  smiles. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not that depressed already. after stuffing two mouthful of mocha ice cream in my mouth. and im still eating it now.  dying fer some chocx.  hehes. having done my lits. it's a PROJECT ! and it will be &lt;strong&gt;marked &lt;/strong&gt;! oh mi gosh. doing it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you guys, kays. and teh starr`starr' fam fam will be together furever. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-112651983505832136?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/112651983505832136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=112651983505832136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112651983505832136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112651983505832136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-is-wrong-with-me-i-turned-on-comp.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-112633763798369149</id><published>2005-09-10T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:37.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6940/1461/1600/adaysu.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6940/1461/320/adaysu.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6940/1461/1600/huggies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6940/1461/320/huggies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6940/1461/1600/xoxo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6940/1461/320/xoxo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tee-hee .. uploaded quite a few things .. Lols. dunnoe why. The first and third pic is home-remedies .. something which i need. bwahhaa. it's cute ... the second pic is the screenie i took when i got 2100 huggs. aww, you guys are sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, depressed and confused are two words to describe how i feel today. bleghs. yupps. anyways, my homework hasn't been touched much, and guess what ? i don't care ! bleghs. horrible day. mood swings. in need of chocx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT ; &lt;strong&gt;Just changed music to Gwen Stefani's Rich Girl. LOVE YA GIRLS. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;WHY WHY WHY must you call a meeting on MONDAY , you fat piece of lard. ugh. what the hell is wrong with you. first you dun wan any meetings in the hols, and you dun come up with any ideas for the presentation. THEN you want US to stay back after school, where we could be at J8 taking neos. you're horrid. UGH ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-112633763798369149?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/112633763798369149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=112633763798369149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112633763798369149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112633763798369149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/09/tee-hee.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-112625896826388304</id><published>2005-09-09T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:37.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6940/1461/1600/friendloser.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6940/1461/320/friendloser.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im BACK ! i went out with my mom and bro just now, to orchard road and raffles city. I got new OP slippers and a skirt. exactly what i want on my wishlists. whoots , my mom rocks ! Did anyone see the news ? A head was found behind Orchard Road MRT station ... eww. 1oo% pukeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to do my hw ... i want to be a good girl. hahas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-112625896826388304?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/112625896826388304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=112625896826388304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112625896826388304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112625896826388304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-back-i-went-out-with-my-mom-and-bro.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-112619064659572335</id><published>2005-09-08T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:37.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoots ~ new blogskin. took miie an hour to get things right. i just LOVE todae ! we came to school at 0800 to do the mid-autumn festival deco. and we finished at 1715. wahhs .. took der whole dae .. but got satisfaction lehs .. i think i shall hunt huanglaoshi down and make him send miie the pics he took on his digit cam. the CHANG ER deco was soooo nice. LOVE VAL , TING and WEI sooo much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and TING have suitors all around the globe whereas JIWEI has suitors from here to geylang to South Pole. Val nort much lah .. just like one million only. *wide eyes* not joking. ahhas. LOVE YOU GUYS !! ahhs .. muackies .. must go sleep .. tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-112619064659572335?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/112619064659572335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=112619064659572335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112619064659572335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112619064659572335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/09/whoots-new-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-112609084590778603</id><published>2005-09-07T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:36.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oops. bandwidth exploded. will change blogskin soon. bleghs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-112609084590778603?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/112609084590778603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=112609084590778603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112609084590778603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112609084590778603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/09/oops.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-112600686927826569</id><published>2005-09-06T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:36.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>weiting just left miie hse .. whoots ~ , im so tired, and miie bro is being an ass. bleghs. today was a super busy day, no time to be depressed. hahs. really tired, my eyes are closing. feel sho childish todae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okae, so this morn, clarence,gary,warren, jingkai, justin, weiting, jiwei, miie ,miie bro and ting's bro yuehao to play badminton at 10 o'clock. i was waiting at home at 9.30am and was bored so decided to play playstation when ting, wei and her bro turned up. i was still so blurr, thought ten already, so freak out, and faster change, den we rushed to the hougang sports hall. when we were in the midst of an exciting game, a fat piece of lard appeared !! she was dressed in skimpy clothings, and warren said she look like just come from geylang. ahhas. warren's so funnie. anyways, we ignored her all the while. muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, jingkai, justin , nicholas (he came afterwords), ting and wei, all came to myy house to discuss about der project, and the lame guys actually ate 5 packets of maggie noodles. mad. later kana too much MSG die of hair dropping. bleghs, den we talked and played murderer and detective ( =P ) and den talked again. in the end, i was pissed and we FINALLY talked serious business. bleghs. chinese proverb : tiger dun show power, people think sick cat. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den later, der guys left, and miie jiwei and ting and our bros danced dance dance revolution ( DDR ) ahha, so fun, all sweaty and stickeh. lalala ~ den jiwei left, miie and ting talked awhile den her mom came and her bro and her left. muahahaha. thus, i am here reporting the highlights of today's activity. whoots ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todae was a busy day, tomorrow would be worse. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;some people tries hard to act sexy and chio, but fails badly, cannot help too. how sad - i so do not sympathise. lalalala ~ good mood today. wann eat chocs. nvr mind. tmr go CO on derr wayy buy and eat.  &lt;3  loving chocs everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-112600686927826569?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/112600686927826569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=112600686927826569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112600686927826569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112600686927826569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/09/weiting-just-left-miie-hse.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-112582574937059736</id><published>2005-09-04T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:36.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahh .. tomorrow's the start of the september hols. i'm so tired. dunno why. ahhas. i'm extremely depressed. bleghs. mood swings. haix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muackies and huggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm sick and tired of those who won't stop being so fake. what is it you want ? what good does it do ? i'm annoyed at what you think of me, because this is my world, this is my life. i live it my way. i hate the way you look at others thinking this world belongs to you. i'm irritated by how you treat me, faking your way through. &lt;strong&gt;we're not friends. and we'll never be&lt;/strong&gt;. so why don't you just leave me alone, and let me be ? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEHIND THESE HAZEL EYES &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Seems like just yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;You were a part of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I used to stand so tall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I used to be so strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Your arms around me tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Everything, it felt so right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Unbreakable, like nothin' could go wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Now I can't breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;No, I can't sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm barely hanging on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Here I am, once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I'm torn into pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Can't deny it, can't pretend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Just thought you were the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Broken up, deep inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But you won't get to see the tears I cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Behind these hazel eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I told you everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Opened up and let you in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;You made me feel alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;For once in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Now all that's left of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Is what I pretend to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;So together, but so broken up inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;'Cause I can't breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;No, I can't sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm barely hangin' on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Here I am, once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I'm torn into pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Can't deny it, can't pretend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just thought you were the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Broken up, deep inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;But you won't get to see the tears I cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Behind these hazel eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Swallow me then spit me out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;For hating you, I blame myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Seeing you it kills me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No, I don't cry on the outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Here I am, once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I'm torn into pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Can't deny it, can't pretend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Just thought you were the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Broken up, deep inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But you won't get to see the tears I cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Behind these hazel eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Here I am, once againI'm torn into pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Can't deny it, can't pretend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Just thought you were the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Broken up, deep inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;But you won't get to see the tears I cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Behind these hazel eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i love kelly clarkson's song. &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;muacks. im not &lt;strong&gt;THAT &lt;/strong&gt;depressed anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-112582574937059736?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/112582574937059736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=112582574937059736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112582574937059736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112582574937059736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/09/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-112571717189450867</id><published>2005-09-03T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:36.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm in a good mood ! ahha rarely though. i skipped CO yesterday cause i was so sick. yays. the hols have officially started. whoot ~ no school. actually, it's no big deal, my holiday is as packed as it is. bleghs. one week. better than nothing. oh ya, CO buberqueue yesterday, dint go too. felt better. at least i dont have to put up with that piece of lard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did our mid-autumn festival presentation. &lt;em&gt;xu lao shi &lt;/em&gt;loved it ! i think we're gonna get super HIGH marks. the best thing is, it's counted in the final yesr results. lets hope i score well. anyway, the two butterflies were watching us intently. i think we did great, gurls. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;big big big hugs to ting and wei. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;the exam time tables are out lerhx. it's so horrifying. i'm not fainting .... i think. ugh. life is so unfair. term 4 will be so hectic. okay, i plan to study hard and well and achieve better results than my semester one. wait .. I MUST achieve better results&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;English : B3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;maths : B3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;science : B4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Higher mother tongue : B4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Literature : A2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Geography : B4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i think that's about all ? yupps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, now my holiday schedule :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;monday : Library date with ting and wei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;tuesday : badminton game ; company stuff &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;wednesday : CO prac, from 9.30 to 5.30. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;thursday : practice pipa and use der comp &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;friday : finish up the rest of the homework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;saturday : study ; study ; study ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;sunday : not planned; i need to rest though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;as you can see, i'm packed with crap. and the teachers are inhuman, giving us so much homework !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one shocking thing was, they were clearing the classrooms, throwing the books ! i was so frightened. but it was then i realised, the class was working as one, helping others pack their book and keep it in the cupboard. 1E7 is united again. bwahaha. weiting thinks they should start throwing the books every year so as to make our class united. she's siao. my books, ya noe. the exams are coming anytime, and i'm so afraid. now i must throw away my books ? haha, girl. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;in need of chocolate now. to keep me energized for the rest of the week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-112571717189450867?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/112571717189450867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=112571717189450867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112571717189450867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112571717189450867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-in-good-mood-ahha-rarely-though.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-112553965109560470</id><published>2005-09-01T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:36.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blahs. baaad dayy. iim coughing like god knows what. i hope my fever has subsided. feel like dying. bleghs. this sucks. weiting and jiwei will be coming over later, so i don't think i shall blog anymore today. bleghs. life sucks now. *coughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. ting and jiwei coming over to do hw and help ting with her presentation. blah blah blah. yep. im dead alreadiie. this sucks. arghh. super moody. my throat sucks. ahhhh ... shall pack up muah room before dey see der pigsty im living in. whoots ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i recently discovered that blogging makes miie nort so depressed. read miie friendster pro.file fer the list of thankyews. If your name is nort there, you're nort one orff muahh closerr frenns but i'll stiill lurbbe yoos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;BIG HUGS TO : weiiting, jiiweii , amandarr, valeriie, huiixiin, miichelle sabb, and the three piigheads fer makiing muahh life so fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;btw, initial idea was frrm amandarr and i usedd herrs tuu thankk muahh lurrbes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-112553965109560470?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/112553965109560470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=112553965109560470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112553965109560470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112553965109560470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/09/blahs.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-112547504738033735</id><published>2005-08-31T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:36.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm back from yckps. ahhs, i miss my pri school. was so sad and nice ! most ppl change and i didn't get to see hannah. grrr. i'm still sick but i managed to pull myself out of bed this morn. bleghs. i hope the teachers recognise the effort i'm putting in. and FYI, some teachers were so unappreciative. bleaghs !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i realised i really miss my pri school friends. they're so cute ! ahhas. we went to mac to eat lunch and we just really crapped. which is so cute. =X i'm cute. =P blahs. i want a class reunion if possible. go joy's hse BBQ would be der best. hahs. it rocks. heex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love yckp-ians. 6/1 &amp;amp; 6/2 -&gt; 2oo5. ya'all rock my world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heex. vincent is a prefect. can you belive it ? ahhas. anyways, i think life rocks. unlike some freaky bouncy ppl and bian bian ppl. oh btw, those with names that start with &lt;strong&gt;T &lt;/strong&gt;and ends with &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; sucks. I'm hundred percent % &lt;strong&gt;ANTI-NA. &lt;/strong&gt;FYI. so if you're buay song with that, then fuck off. and i mean it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-112547504738033735?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/112547504738033735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=112547504738033735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112547504738033735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112547504738033735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-back-from-yckps.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-112539393172412577</id><published>2005-08-30T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:36.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bleghs, back from school. I can confidently say that i'm sick. Not to mention exhuasted. Sick as in the feel like dying kinda sick, not sick sick.  ahhs, you get what i mean. xP There was o many freaking tests today. wells, only maths and geog larhs, but it's alot ! I'm fainting because my extreme strained mind is dying. My throat is scratchy and my eyes are watery. bleghs. this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so tired. and my head hurts. finally finished wrapping der teachers' day gift. going back to yckps tomorrow. die lerhs, forgot to buy gift. ahhs. must go sleep now. ahhs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-112539393172412577?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/112539393172412577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=112539393172412577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112539393172412577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112539393172412577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/08/bleghs-back-from-school.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-112530896470248382</id><published>2005-08-29T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:36.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wheex. back from shopping for t-chas dae gifts with ting and jiwei. ahhax. so fun. we went to compass point today. and we went to one dollar shop, and we're all so amazed. i mean, we got so cute things for so cheap. hahas. it's so worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we walked all around and &lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt; stopped at mini toons and we bought gifts for teachers we think are worth it, for example : mr wong, huang lao shi , mr quek and ms ow. it was so interesting. and the best thing was ? we all spent less than 25 bucks on all the gifts. which means, divided by three, we spent less than 12 bucks EACH. this is so cool. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also got our class t-shirts today. or rather, the t-shirts that belong to a special few, since our class isn't that supportive to get class tees. the shirts are orange and black. not a bad combo, but the most unhappie stuff was ... *drumrolls* freaking Gary who ordered the shirts spelt my name as &lt;strong&gt;VANNESSA &lt;/strong&gt;it's &lt;strong&gt;VANESSA &lt;/strong&gt;you dope. ahh, ass. no use wasting my precious voice. BUT , he is so going to be boycotted by me. bleghs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sore throat. must have ate too much yesterday. god darn. my xiao yi's baby &lt;em&gt;man yue&lt;/em&gt; so went to her hse and ate like a pig, since me cousins din't come. i was sooo alone. pathetic. it was so bad , i had to stare at the baby, and der lil' girl stared back at me. oh yah, what i found out from her that day is that, she drinks milk every three hours. erms, &lt;em&gt;eight &lt;/em&gt;times a day ? whoa. being a baby is good life. blahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;some bitches go around asking people to give them burfdae presents. they're so fake. but you can't expect much dignity and pride among the crimson butterflies, who flirt for a living. the fat one sucks in too much yin qi ( yin is guy , yang is girl ) and has a big bosom. to try to show off, she wears a tight tee. how pathetic. i bet if you put a pin in her boobs it'll flatten straightaway. so will her ass. isn't it sad how some people live their lives ? for them, they'll feel like an achievement. for they are .. &lt;strong&gt;the crimson butterflies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-112530896470248382?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/112530896470248382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=112530896470248382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112530896470248382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112530896470248382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/08/wheex.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-112505495706255987</id><published>2005-08-26T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:36.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back from CO practice. lols. i can't catch up still, but i'm improving. heex. xP today's warren's burdae. so the other guys 'pillared' him. i can safely say, it's the grossest thing &lt;strong&gt;i have EVER seen&lt;/strong&gt; . bleghs. lemme explain the complete meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my experience, from seeing someone be pillared, it means grabbing the person and rubbing his *blah* on the leg of a table. it is soooo freakish. i was eww-ing the whole way. guys are sooo freaking icky. bleghs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, still suffering the aftershock. i loooove the song, we composed. white heart rocks. blahs to crimson butterflies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-112505495706255987?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/112505495706255987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=112505495706255987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112505495706255987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112505495706255987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/08/back-from-co-practice.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-112496925056857942</id><published>2005-08-25T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:35.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back from CO today. huff. it was soso. i couldn't catch up with them, but i twas fun. justin can't keep up with the beat though. lols, it was really farnie. Cynthia, michelle and melanie took turns to teach me, and i was like ... huh ? bleghs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we rehearsed our song and ppl said it was nice .. duh.bleghs. so much homework and test, so i think i'll go study and be a good girl like i always am. hahx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-112496925056857942?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/112496925056857942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=112496925056857942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112496925056857942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112496925056857942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/08/back-from-co-today.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-112487748742754437</id><published>2005-08-24T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:35.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heex. sooo tired. bleghs. back from school. weiting , me and jiwei finished composing the song. *wipes sweat* &lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt; relief. we thought it would take longer to finish but, wells, we did it. And it rocks. not like some other people who uses JJ's tune and makes her friends do the la~ing. i think we still rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleghs. the tests are flooding in. it's pathethic how teachers like to torture their students. i'm sooo dead tired. the tests are so sudden. i guess i'll be failing , after achieving my first passed grade of my HMT. god, that sucks. and i think i'm going to fail my geog test too. ms lau is so sick. bleghs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rejoice. warren is sitting behind me now and is soooo dirty. i'm a little freaked. he's a psycho .. and it's so frightening. =X budden he's funnie , so ahh .. whatever. better than kester. he gets on my big fat nerves, and then i start vulgaritying. erms, that sounds like a nice word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling really pessimistic recently. and i feel so upset. my mood swings are getting horrid and i think i'll really break down sooner or later. i feel so rotten. bleghs. and i feel like dying too. hell, what does that mean ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just glad someone will be there for me and i'm consoled. thank god.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-112487748742754437?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/112487748742754437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=112487748742754437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112487748742754437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112487748742754437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/08/heex.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15700807.post-112479303293317340</id><published>2005-08-23T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:02:35.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lalala ~ i finally got der time tuu make one new blog. after miie comp gort reformatted. bleghs. it stank. budden whatever. i spent like half an hour searching for a nice blog skin and this is cute. im dead tired now and am dying for a bar of &lt;em&gt;hershey's special dark chocolate. &lt;/em&gt;bleghs. super hungry. not in the mood tuu search for a midi, so i think i'll postpone it to some other day. lalala ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleghs. i'm infatuated with this word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15700807-112479303293317340?l=-getoffmyback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/feeds/112479303293317340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15700807&amp;postID=112479303293317340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112479303293317340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15700807/posts/default/112479303293317340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-getoffmyback.blogspot.com/2005/08/lalala-i-finally-got-der-time-tuu-make.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546143137457889340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
